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Well here I am at my front door And oh what an odor is rising It seems I've stood on this porch at lesser times Now I've been down the road You know the one you've dreamed about And that's surprises you And I'm sure you'll chalk it up to sell out crime Home What do you do when opportunity knocks When success stalks and along comes fame Do you open the door or watch in horror Through the peep hole as they all go away Lottery or poverty you're a commodity so what's it gonna be I'm moving on I'm moving on Home I'm going home I'm going home Sitting in that same spot There with the other lot whining And you know this must be just a mirage Ain't no doubt I ain't got the clout that's defined by you But oil stains are all you're gonna find in my garage Hey whatcha gonna do when the fun stops When the boat rocks and the crew gets old Make up your mind it's about time Because at this time you're staying Home Repeat Chorus 2x